Hm, let's see, does Namco still own Soul Calibur?

Yup.

Which means I don't.

Which means, please don't sue.

This fic has three reviews! And some people wanna see it updated! Do I disappoint my fans? NEVER!

Fiona Fairhame - What a pretty penname! But, anyways. Thanks for your review. I'm glad you like it so far, but after this chapter, I'm afraid you might not. However, you don't have to read it, and tomorrow, I'll be adding the next one. You will know what has happened to our poor Mi-Na even without reading it. Trust me. More on that below.

Demented Guilt - Wow. Mi-Na and Mitsurugi are two of my favorite Soul Calibur characters, so it's only natural that I would put them together sometime. I love this fic so much, even if it sucks. I have so much fun writing it. Maybe it's all their angst and such. Anyways. I'll be checking out your story.

On another note, this fic is about to take a twisted turn. There's a reason it's rated M. It really should be NC-17, but here it goes (a bit of spoilers for those who have sensitive eyes):

Rape, bondage, yuri (fem-slash or girl x girl action). The pairing should be guessable (if you read the last chapter).

Anyways… Let's get on with it!

Mi-Na awoke, caramel eyes fluttering open for what seemed like the first time. There was very little light in the room, candles or something, but when she squinted to get a better look, it hurt her head worse. Before she could even think about rubbing her temples, she knew she was tied up. Well, chained to a wall would be more accurate. Roped to a wall. There.

Oh, she was sitting, and her legs were unbound, for some reason. She was still fully clothed, and her head hurt like Rock had been shouting at her for an hour (or Maxi had been shouting at her; that always hurt too. She couldn't even watch him spar with Kilik, she got a headache so quickly! How did Xiang-chan do it?). Her arms were over her head, tied by ropes looped through what seemed to be some kind of metal hook on the wall, near the ceiling. She tugged weakly.

Her arms responded, but the other effect it had was chafing her wrists. There was no way she could pull the hook out of the wall from this angle without breaking her arm, even if she had enough strength. Her small sigh drew her captor from the shadows.

"Taki-san?" For a small moment, she believed the ninja was here to save her. "Please, untie me! I have to get out of here… Come on, what are you waiting for?" She didn't fully understand until Taki only met her pleading gaze with a cruel smirk. The ninja wasn't here to save her. The next question out of her mouth was,

"Why?"

"Why?" Taki repeated mockingly. Maybe Mi-Na didn't deserve an answer. "Because I can… Because you were powerless to resist. Because I caught you when you were at your weakest, frightened and without a weapon…" She replied. Oh, that was part of it, but there were other reasons, too. Taki knew she had a hand in making Heishiro Mitsurugi the cold-hearted bastard he was today, but she also knew it was her job, not some Korean slut's, to finish it. She kneeled down in front of her prisoner, taking her chin between her finger and her thumb, barely pinching the delicately tanned skin.

Yes, Seong Mi-Na was pretty. Perhaps, prettier than that Sophitia Alexandra, certainly prettier than Xianghua or Talim, and more exotic than the English noblewoman Isabella Valentine. Russet hair and pretty, almond shaped eyes like warmed caramel. Would she go so far as to call her beautiful? Maybe. Desirable? Depends on how desperate she was. But enough to make a warrior with a heart as hard as his armor soften and smile? No. There wasn't something that Seong Mi-Na had that Taki couldn't recreate with tricks, or acts, or illusions.

"Pretty." She finally decided, pulling Mi-Na's face closer. Maybe Mitsurugi was attracted to the fiery spirit she had. Perhaps that was the fire that melted his ice. But that same fire was one Taki was going to love watching smolder and burn out as she ravished her. Her lips claimed the younger woman's in a rough kiss.

Mi-Na's eyes shot wide open, and it scared her to find Taki staring right back, eyes like obsidian. Shiny, hard, no warmth. As she let out a frightened whimper, the ninja instinctively pushed her tongue in, searching, as if her tongue where a dagger, and Mi-Na's heart lay somewhere in her mouth.

When it pulled back, Mi-Na found her back pressed to the cold hard wall. "Hm…" The ninja was eyeing her pretty prisoner almost thoughtfully. Her dark eyes roving down Mi-Na's chest and legs, making her feel just as enraged as when men did it. "I wonder if I could throw a kunai and slice your shirt off without breaking the skin…" She finally said.

"Like you'd care if you hit me… You're going to torture me right?" She asked defiantly. Her mouth and spirit had not been stolen by that kiss… even if a little of her pride had.

"Torture, yes… but harm you? No… I don't want to see you bleed…" The ninja smiled at her cruelly. "Yet."

"Wha---" Mi-Na couldn't get out another word before Taki's lips claimed her own. She tried to force her mouth to keep shut, but Taki had an amazingly forceful tongue. It pushed slickly passed Mi-Na's pursed lips, and made her want to gag. It dove in, out, and in again, swirling. If it weren't so forced, and, well, gross, it might've been a good kiss.

As Taki finally pulled away, Mi-Na felt a cold breeze pass over her chest and ribs. Her shirt lay in two pieces on the floor. Her eyes unwillingly went back to Taki. "What… are you going to do to me?" She finally asked. She tried to calm herself down. Hwang was looking for her. Mitsurugi knew where Taki's cabin, or whatever this was, was right? They would be here any moment to save her, right?

"No more talking." Taki wagged a finger at her, before picking up a specially made ninja-mask, completely leather, almost entirely sound proof. She didn't want to hear Mi-Na's whimpers and screams as she… well, there wasn't really a better word than rape, was there? It sounded so dirty, but that's what it was. Taki gave a small, non-chalant shrug, and moved a hand behind Mi-Na's neck, urging it forward. Mi-Na tried to turn her head, but the ninja's fingers flexed, and tightened, forcing her to face forward. Then she leaned forward, using both hands to tie it. Her hot breath fell on Mi-Na's face and neck. It smelled like ash and poison.

"There." Mi-Na would just have to breath through her nose, now wouldn't she? "Much better." Later, she would probably take it off, but it almost looked cute on her! "Now…"

Another wave of shame washed over Mi-Na as Taki's nimble fingers found her breasts, cupping, squeezing much too hard, and pinching, trying almost desperately to get her aroused. It didn't work, and Mi-Na's legs shifted, trying to push her away.

"Oh, none of that…" The ward scolded, moving closer, sliding her knees underneath Mi-Na's legs and propping her thighs on her own. She leaned forward, pressing her over-sized breasts into the younger's stomach, and arched her back like a cat's, pressing them up. The friction of smooth spandex, with such softness beneath it, against Mi-Na's bare skin, caused her nipples to unwillingly harden. Taki smirked, and began to rub herself against the other.

"So, you like that?" The ninja mocked, continuing the fully body to body massage. She heard the stifled whimper, and got an idea. Her head dipped, to the soft valley of Mi-Na's chest. She bit into the heated flesh, pushing herself forward, until Mi-Na's back, and her own knees, touched the wall. She continued, and then licked all the way up to Mi-Na's cheek, dragging her tongue in one motion over the collar, neck and chin. It left a slick trail, and goosebumps.

Mi-Na tried to will the wetness away. She was not getting aroused… she was not… She lifted her chin and looked to the ceiling, a tear trickling down the drier cheek.

"Aw… Poor baby… Poor little Mi-Na…" She was right where Taki wanted her; breaking down. As a reward for being so compliant, one of the ninja's hands crept down Mi-Na's waist. The girl shivered. Further still, plunging beneath the waist of the split skirt, down… Her fingers reached the cool cotton covering Mi-Na's most sensitive of places. She trailed a finger lightly up where Mi-Na's slit would be. "My, you're wet!" She was almost shocked. Well, it wasn't her fault Mi-Na was getting off on being her little bitch.

Mi-Na's eyes squeezed shut. She blanked everything out. More tears trickled slowly down both cheeks. Raped, raped, raped. Her father and Hwang were right; if she went out, she was going to get raped. But, it wasn't by a man… it was by a woman…

When she reached back up, her finger started back down again, and then up once more. This time, she pushed gently, searching for the little nub that would make her scream and moan…

Mi-Na gasped as Taki found her clit. It wasn't hard, but still… The ninja continued her ministrations on her captive, evoking more strangled moans and cries of pleasure.

"Good girl…" There was a ripping sound, and Taki was suddenly holding a pair of white panties in her hand. They were damp with Mi-Na's juices, but now she had more access. She pushed the top skirt flap away to see better. A thin layer of dark brown pubic hair covered the mound, but her fingers worked against the labia deftly, pushing it aside to find the shiny pink flesh beneath. It was wet, and almost dripping… Taki smirked, pleased with herself.

"Now begins the real fun…" Mi-Na's eyes widened again, hoping this was a sick dream… a sick nightmare… But no. Taki's fingers, middle and pointer, plunged into her slit like a hot knife. Mi-Na cried out through the mask, and arched her back, pressing her chest to Taki's face.

"Oh…" Well, the ninja hadn't seen that one coming. She started a slow pumping motion, noting how Mi-Na's eyes had closed, and she was now mewing like a kitten. She inserted a third finger, and another moan, lower and more needy than the last. After another moment, she drew out, her fingers and palm sticky and coated.

Mi-Na's eyes flushed open. She was stopping…? A mixture of confusion and relief washed over her. A small, wrong part of her wanted it to go on… wanted to reach that place that blinded you with ecstasy for a few moments, then let you feel tired and collapse. She followed Taki with her eyes, as her captor's head turned… The swords she used… one was slightly thinner and shorter than the other, the Rekki-maru. "Oh no…" She whimpered clearly through the gag. Taki started to reach for that one, but for a moment, the other seemed to glow.

Intrigued, Taki picked up the Mekki-maru, the sword that had been infused with the shard of the Evil Seed. It glowed faintly, and trembled in her hands. She'd seen it react this way once, to Sophitia Alexandra. She'd been caring for the blond woman for a while. Did always act this way towards someone so pure? Taki looked back to Mi-Na.

"I think it likes you…" Still sheathed, she touched the tip along Mi-Na's chest, and dragged it down towards her navel. Mi-Na tried to wrench herself away, but her arms were bound, and all she could do was flail. It burned and seared, but left no marks. It continued to glow a soft red, even as Taki brought it closer to Mi-Na's dripping sex.

"N-no… No…!" Mi-Na's strangled cry was lost on the ninja as she plunged the Mekki-maru deep inside her. "Ahhh!"

Taki smirked cruelly. "Oh, come on… I know Heishiro-kun can't be too much smaller than that… Lack of sex can't make a man smaller, can it?" She said, her features suddenly seeming dark and twisted to the ill-fated Korean beauty.

Mi-Na swallowed hard, trying to stifle the jealousy and tears that rose in her throat and eyes. The cause of all of this was the ninja's jealousy… because she and samurai had shared… what Mi-Na shared with him now… Had they been in love? Questions swirled through Mi-Na's mind, until Taki's thrusts increased in speed and strength.

The ward was becoming slightly disappointed in her pretty prisoner. No more moans passed her cherry blossom lips. "It doesn't feel good anymore, little Mi-Na?" Mi-Na gave no answer but a muffled whimper. "Well, bitch, answer me!" She savagely ripped the leather mask off.

"Go to hell…" Mi-Na gasped, taking a deep breath. A little bit of saliva had started to trickle from the side of her mouth.

Taki stopped for a moment, letting the handle of the Mekki-maru touch the wooden floor. She slapped Mi-Na across the face, leaving a stinging red mark as the girl's cheek spun to touch her own arm.

"I'm not… your bitch…" Mi-Na spat blood on the floor, managing to land it by the sheathed Rekki-maru. She looked back at Taki as she licked her split lip.

Taki backhanded her, connecting with her other cheek. "Learn to swallow, bitch." She said shortly, before picking up the Mekki-maru and starting to pump again with a renewed vigor, harder and faster than ever. Teach the slut to spit at her sword, her beloved Rekki-maru, a thing dear to her almost as much as life itself… As Mitsurugi once had been… The slut could take the pride she'd once associated with being with such a man… he'd never be with her now, not after this… but this… bitch would never take away the pride she associated with wielding the Rekki-maru.

She felt a trickle of blood slide down the handle to her gripped fingers. Her malicious smirk only grew.

Mi-Na tossed her head back against the wall as a single thrust seemed to pierce her soul, and rip part of it out. She screamed, and then collapsed, her eyes closed and her entire frame limp.

Taki drew out the sheathed blade, shiny, sticky, covered with blood and Mi-Na's honey. She picked up the tatters of her prisoner's shirt, wiping it all off. As she pulled back, letting Mi-na slide to the ground, a few drops of blood pooled there.

The Mekki-maru stopped glowing. Taki tossed it up and caught it, testing the weight. It didn't feel different… but she felt there was something different about it. She sighed, and picked up the Rekki-maru, to put it away.

Yeah, I know. I took it too far. But for those of you who put up with this chapter, please do review, and be constructive about it. I really need feedback about this part because of how obscure it is. This is one of those things that I really had to push myself to do.

And, yes, I do really hate Taki.:) Please review!